Awake in the mud, one with the ground
Ancient hunger, cold fire burns
Silent dragging, wet death awaits

Watch the grotesque opening its gates

Swamp mother

Serpent whip
Swamp calling
Devil's gift


Under the blood red skies of past
Breaking all bones, turned into dust

For the right hand path now it's too late
Swamp has a crown, one with the ground


Swamp mother
Serpent whip
Swamp calling

Devil's gift